Hazel Patricia and Phinnaeus Walter. Those poor kids. I hope they come up with some fairly mundane nick-names — Pat and Wally, maybe — before they go to school and get creamed on the playground. I wonder if either of the parents bothered to talk to people with unusual names — the Zappa kids, maybe — before deciding to saddle their kids with one.
Don’t parents think?
The ex and I actually considered naming #1 Son “Simon Oliver” — until we realized that his initials would be “SOB.” How would that look monogrammed on his shirt pocket? Ya gotta consider these things.
oh yah like they’ll ever even set foot on a measly playground.
There’s a kid around here where i lived named Tequila (she’s 10 right now). Julia has nothing on what freaky shit Oregonians name their kids.
1Remark from pril — Monday, 11/29/2004 @ 12:49 PM
Well… OK. Point taken on the playground. But what happens when they enroll in Beverly Hills High, or whatever?
2Remark from Judy — Monday, 11/29/2004 @ 3:59 PM